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[cottoncandypink]

After hiding outside for long enough that he's pretty sure nobody's actually going to chase after him, Wilford carefully makes his way back to the bar and peeks in. Nobody seems to be shouting the place down or waging a manhunt after him, so he quickly runs to the stairs and heads up to his room. The door is still on its hinges, and locked, which is a good sign, so he carefully unlocks the door and lets himself in.

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[irish_vagabond]

During this time, Cassidy smoked all but one of his cigarettes, drank the rest of Wilford's leftover Jack Daniels (it wasn't much; it was still terrible), and tried to console a crying puppy who has no fucking idea what's going on.

So when the door finally opens, Wilford is met with an overly happy bundle of fur tumbling toward his feet.

Cassidy looks up from where he's sitting against the bed, ashtray on the floor next to him.

"Oh, hey. Is the coast clear?"